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Post by prissy on Apr 7, 2012 21:00:21 GMT -8
Shadowpool padded through the clan's camp, he was trying to relax after his loss of his apprentice he'd retreated within himself. Though he did his best to be a good medicine cat his life seemed to be full of loss and pain, he didn't want to let his clan know that he was upset or angry with himself. Damn, it's my fault I lost her if only I'd gone with her! If only I had followed her. Whatever got her wouldn't have found her! He raged inwardly not letting any being know how angry he was. This male was furious with himself, he wanted more than anything to find forgiveness but he couldn't not now. He wanted to simply do his best and wait for Starclan's guidance, the male sighed and knew that this was going to be a rather harsh day.
He huffed a bit irritatedly as he paced over to his den and sat down then looked around checking supplies. At the moment they were just getting over leafbare so the injuries were light and he didn't have much to be doing. He wanted more than anything to be alone and grieve a bit over the loss since it was his idiocy that he lost her. Rainpaw... He thought forlornly as he stared at his supplies trying not to let any cat know that he was upset was difficult at best.
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Post by ruth on Apr 12, 2012 18:10:29 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] whitewing ( WORDS ) 332 ( TAGGED ) SHADOWPOOL ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Whitewing wasn’t one to admit her pains. She didn’t enjoy getting attention and mock from other cats that would wonder why she would ever let herself get harmed. But while out on a hunt, Whitewing had managed to get a thorn in her paw - she had nearly launched herself into a whole thorn bush without looking. Usually she wasn’t so clumsy, but at this point, her mind was on other things. Cats, traps, anything. Her heart wasn’t in the right place for hunting today, so instead of braving on with the thorn in her paw, she limped back to the camp, trying not to let anyone see her injury. It wasn’t a particularly big thorn, but she wanted Shadowpool to take a look anyway; just in case.
Padding the best she could across the camp, she stopped in front of his den. Taking in a breath, she glanced at her paw - droplets of blood had stained the ground beneath her, no doubt leaving a tiny trail from the entrance too. What an idiot. She scowled at herself and peeked in, seeing him.
“Shadowpool?” she stated loudly. She did not intend to frighten him nor interrupt his thoughts, but this was his duty so she had no remorse if she did.
She limped in, revealing her front right paw.
“I seem to have hurt myself out hunting.” was all she could really admit, tail twitching in irritation at her clumsiness. Whitewing said no more, knowing that Shadowpool would surely know what to do. She also felt he didn’t deserve any more explanation. Where she did it and why, or how really, shouldn’t be that important! Not in her mind anyway. But she wasn’t a Medicine Cat, and she had no idea about herbs and what they did and why. She had no idea what Shadowpool needed to know to help her foot get better. What she did know was that she was in pain, and needed him to fix it pronto.. [/style] |
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Post by prissy on Apr 12, 2012 18:32:12 GMT -8
Shadowpool huffed a bit as he paced in irritation, he was thinking once again of Rainpaw trying to ignore his pain and anger. His negiligence had allowed for the death of Rainpaw, he knew that most of the clan knew that he lost Rainpaw by his own idiocy. Shadowpool sighed as he looked around the den and knew that he needed something to get his mood in the right mindset. He was worried about so many things and did his best not to seem as though he was upset he had to appear strong.
Shadowpool heard his name called and turned to look at Whitewing and mewed at her, "Whitewing." He mewled softly as he looked at her. She seemed agitated but that was normal for the warrior. She was always agitated when she was forced to seek him out to tend to an injury. He knew that his duty was to tend to her injuries no matter how he felt about the cat's personality.
"Yes I can see that." He said rather brusquely as he turned to see about tending to the injury. He saw the thorn was still lodged within her paw, he sighed and went over to the cobwebs bringing some back over. First he pulled the thorn from her paw and then put the cobwebs on the injury. He chewed a bit of alder so that he could help to prevent infection, she had walked all the way here. So there was a chance of infection, he applied a bit of the alder after it was thoroughly chewed to the injury. "That should help Whitewing, be careful next time all right?" He said to her as he looked at her wondering how to deal with the death of Rainpaw. He glanced over to where Rainpaw had slept while she was there, he was worried that he'd never find a proper apprentice.
Shadowpool looked at Whitewing again, "So was the hunting successful? Is the prey running well?" Shadowpool was asking simple questions just to keep his mind from moping about Rainpaw. He worried about many things, at the moment he was more concerned about distracting himself. He couldn't go hunting like the rest of the clan and he didn't need to practice fighting like the rest of his clan. Shadowpool wondered if perhaps he was taking Rainpaw's death a touch to hard.
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Post by ruth on Apr 19, 2012 12:10:07 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] whitewing ( WORDS ) 332 ( TAGGED ) SHADOWPOOL ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Whitewing had known about Rainpaw’s death, as pretty much all warriors of ShadowClan did. But she was not particularly interested in giving him comforting words that had no meaning behind them. She didn’t know Rainpaw very well, and in all honesty she realised she didn’t know Shadowpool that well either. So long as he was capable of doing his job, Whitewing was quite happy with the situation. Well, ‘happy’ was an exaggeration (and she would be sure not to say it aloud). ‘Content’ would probably be a better word to use, but she knew she probably wouldn’t need to talk about Shadowpool’s feelings anyway. Surely he had better cats to go to.
She kept her expression steady as he removed the thorn and attended to her paw, merely twitching her tail and flattening her ears momentarily. She was usually very good at dealing with pain, and luckily this wound was no different. In fact, it was hardly a wound; just a little prick in her paw. She nodded, once he had finished, and slowly set it down on the ground. She knew what was coming next: ‘be careful, don’t put so much weight on it, blah blah blah’. She knew what to do!
“Hm, unfortunately the thorn halted my own hunting.” Whitewing gestured to her paw, before wrapping her tail around both of them to comfort them, taking a pause as she thought of the fresh-kill pile, “But hunting in general is rather successful. But thanks to the two-leg traps, many have suddenly become mouse-hearted.”
Indeed it was difficult to avoid the traps, and even thinking about them would set most cats on edge, but Whitewing was not bothered. She was always prepared to hunt alone, as she used that time wisely to investigate the traps. It was just unfortunate that she had been caught by one of nature’s simple traps, rather than a two-leg one. Or maybe it was fate - it was not her time to be taken to StarClan. [/style] |
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Post by prissy on Apr 23, 2012 11:03:08 GMT -8
"I won't tell you what I'd normally tell the warriors simply because picking up a thorn is all to common. To repeat the same message over and over seems a bit ridicolous to me." He said as he looked at her as his ears twitched, he thought he'd heard pawsteps. Maybe it's Starclan. he thought as he looked at Whitewing. For a Shadowclan cat she was very stoic compared to some of the others. Shadowpool liked her company well enough she didn't give him sympathy on his loss, no she simply let him go on. As long as he did his duty he knew that most of the clan wouldn't care.
"Yes that happens even to the most skilled warrior, I've heard that a couple even learn how to keep hunting with a thorn in the paw. Even though it's not wise, I would not recommend it for any cat because of infection." Shadowpool told her, speaking for the sake of keeping himself from thinking of Rainpaw. He wanted his apprentice back, but he knew that she was dead and he would get another when it was time. "Mouse-hearted? Shadowclan? What's come into them. We're supposed to be brave at least as brave as the rest of the clans if not more so." He said to her as he looked at her knowing that the longer he had a guest the better, it would keep him from his pacing.
He sat down curling his tail around his front paws as well, then watched her. He wanted to see these traps, but he knew it was to dangerous for him to go out there as Medicine Cat he was to valuable to the clan. Shadowpool wouldn't risk his clan being left without a Medicine Cat, he wouldn't let anyone know that he would rather have another moment with Rainpaw. He had liked her spirit and her energy, her desire to learn and for freedom above all else she had been a bright spot in his dreary day.
"Have you thought of what you'll do when you get an apprentice?" He asked as he looked at the warrior with curiousity in his eyes. He knew many a warrior had thought of it and wondered if she had because he himself thought of what he'd do when he was given another apprentice. Shadowpool was worried about his clan but he was also concerned about what would happen when he died.
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